Nebulae's gaze sharpened, doubt filling his mind. But the conviction in the elf's words was undeniable.
"Fine. If you can get him here, then do it," Nebulae scoffed, sitting at the entrance to the room.
But Astaroth's grin widened.
"What do I get for helping you?" he asked.
This had become a negotiation. Why would he give orders to Khalor on behalf of this cat?
He wouldn't force Khalor into something without something in it for both of them.
But the cat clicked his tongue, his tail swishing madly.
"My eternal recognition. That should be enough for a mortal."
Astaroth burst into laughter.
"I could hardly care less about a cat's recognition. You'll have to make it worth both my time and his if you want me to force him into coming here, fluffy paws."
Nebulae was starting to get aggravated at the nicknames this mortal was giving it. It was of divine essence!
How dare a mortal not pay it its due respect?!
